I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.
what if flies said “hey” every time they flew by your ear
If sex without love can exist, then people need to realize love without sex can exist.
There is nobody i hate more than i hate myself.
nice legs daisy dukes makes a man go DEUUEAUGHAUGHAUGH
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